What my ideal love looks like- No promises of tomorrow, because the moments get forgotten. The heartbreak and fear was in the anxious notion that if I… Read more “A Radical Love Letter to the Moment and to Who I Have Always Been”
I totally mean this in a lot of ways, I guess when I think about it, but let me hone in. We’ve all faked something, shut up… Read more “I’m Faking It, and That’s Okay”
I don’t wish on stars every time I see one. And I don’t wish in the morning, unless it’s 11:11am. Even then, I struggle to wish for… Read more “Why We Make Wishes at Night”
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